Revenge
Mutabaruka Lyrics

I am a angry young man I'm on de run
I am a young man filled with anger, and because of that, I am on the run from the law.

Yesterday I thief mi fada gun
Yesterday I stole my father's gun.

A shot a police wid mi fada gun
I shot a police officer with my father's gun.

Ask me why A tell u no lie A pray years hopin dat dis police would die
If you ask me why I shot the police officer, I won't lie to you. I had been praying for years that this particular police officer would die.

As a child a can neva feget Dat face so ugly and sweat Yet a knew de day would com Wen a would have to kill im an run
As a child, I will never forget the face of this police officer, even though it was an ugly, sweaty face. I knew that the day would come when I would have to kill him and then run away from the authorities.

Now mi family will neva si mi again Through these years I have felt much pain A nite mare all these years So much pain so much tears
Now my family will never see me again, and these years have been filled with pain and suffering. My experience has been a nightmare with constant pain and tears.

Now it happen a long time aguh Right down there in de ghetto Mi mada was sittin aroun de shop counta Wen a man com in an start to beat har Mi fada was away dat day Neva knoo who to run to or wat to say
This all happened a long time ago in the ghetto. I remember my mother was sitting at the shop counter when a man came in and started to beat her. My father was not there that day, and my mother did not know who to turn to or what to say.

A stan up deh a neva meck a soun De man push mi mada to de groun A could'nt se a ting agen But a knoo mi mada was feelin pain Wen im lef a hear har cry A hear har seh 'LARD LET ME DIE'
I stood there not making a sound while the man pushed my mother to the ground. I couldn't see anything after that, but I knew that my mother was feeling pain. When he left, I could hear her crying and begging the Lord to let her die.

Time and time a would hear mi fada seh Dat mi sista was not his . . . and a kne right aweh Dat de day would have to com Wen a would be a young man on de run
Many times, I heard my father say that my sister was not his daughter. I knew at that moment that the day would come when I would have to become a young man on the run.

Now a sit behind dis wall Dis wall suh tall Still hearin mi mada cry Still hearin har seh 'LARD LET ME DIE'
Now I am sitting behind this tall wall, still hearing my mother cry and begging the Lord to let her die.